Depths Of My Soul

by Christopher

T he questions of this day, H earken to the unknown E asily asked, yet . . . D are I answer? E ver have I shied away, P iously avoiding T ruth. H iding, from myself S ome are born to bear burdens O thers, are forced to F ear . . . M atters of the mind Y et ever do we . . . S eek, O nly to find no answers, U nder the bridges of our minds L ife's dealt its blows W inning with my grief I ncomparable though, to the pain of . . . L ove. L ove. B arely a word, yet . . . E ver does it echo the R eality of a true heart E ver gripped by my mind, A ccosted by demons, yet . . . L ove, beckoned. I rresistibly. S tepping tentatively, E ver the cynic D aring the whirlwind, O f her intensity N ever, in nine L ifetimes, could I have known, a Y earning, so powerfully compelling, W ithout even a touch. H ow can this be? E ven as I ask, I . . . N otice, I don't even care A s was fated though, M y heart was captured, F ires were cooled, I ce was broken. N ow I have no fear. A s always, L ove does not kill demons, L ove only soothes them Y es, they are calm, W ell, calmer. I fear though, T hey will never be silenced. H er heart is strong though, M ine as well. Y et apart, I am only a part. S oon however, T ogether, A lways, R ealizing . . . wholeness, the true depths of my soul. Source: http://www.netpoets.com/poems/love/1509002.htm